Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Wen Xue
"Jiang Xun, I'm going to take a fighting class."
The first words that Jiang Ling blurted out when she came back with a puppy-like face made Jiang Xun understand what his stupid brother had been through.
His lips curved up in a very subtle arc, and he looked up at Jiang Ling with a half-smile: "Oh, you got beaten again."
The tone of the statement was so flat, as if he was saying that the weather was nice today.
“…”
Jiang Ling held her breath and bit the bun fiercely, as if what she had in her hand was not breakfast but Chen Luan: "That's not the point."
"What is that?"
Jiang Xun, who was elected as the class monitor just two days ago, threw the form in his hand onto the table next to him, leaned against the cabinet door, crossed his arms, and looked at him leisurely.
"Because—"
Jiang Ling finished the bun in two or three bites and swallowed it with a sip of water. However, the words were stuck in the middle of her words. The rest of the sentence was stuck in her throat before she could blurt it out, and she swallowed it back with difficulty.
“…”
He bit his back teeth and recalled the tone of Chen Luan's voice when he said he was a bad kisser, and his face turned red.
Jiang Xun was still looking at him inquiringly: "Because?"
Jiang Ling frowned and squeezed the empty mineral water bottle in his hand into a twist.
Grass.
Then he stood up and threw the bottle, which was twisted and distorted like his own exploding mind, far into the trash can. "...Don't worry about it. It has nothing to do with you anyway."
"Bang—"
The throwing action that was always extremely accurate on weekdays was off target this time. The bottle bounced twice on the edge of the trash can, rolled down with a clang, and landed on the ground.
A breeze blew in from the open engine room door, causing the bottle to sway.
Then a bony hand picked up the bottle, and the light reflected from the dark blue dial on the wrist flashed in Gemini's eyes.
A familiar, lazy voice sang:
"You can't even aim at such a short distance. Do you need a pair of reading glasses, Jiang? Or—"
The hand holding the bottle threw it into the bucket: "Your legs are borrowed from a loan shark. If you take two more steps, you will go bankrupt."
Jiang Ling: “…”
You have to wear a gas mask to listen to Chen's nonsense, because his saliva might be sold as rat poison.
"Mecha A2 class should have 30 people in attendance, and 30 people are actually here. Here's the sign-in sheet."
Jiang Xun picked up the form on the table and handed it to Chen Luan. His eyes lightly swept across the deep sea blue, and then moved up calmly.
Since it was just a simulation cabin training, Chen Luan did not wear a training uniform.
The plush collar of the gray jacket softened the sharpness of his eyes and brows, making his face look excessively handsome.
The black tight turtleneck sweater fits softly against the skin, revealing the curves of the muscles. The lower edge of the hem, which is tucked into the belt, outlines a narrow waistline, and a pair of black Martin boots are worn on a pair of long legs.
It was only at this time that Jiang Xun discovered that there were some tiny white snow particles on Chen Luan's plush collar.
He was stunned for a moment. The snow came so early this year?
The hand that he subconsciously raised and stretched out was stopped by Chen Luan's still slightly cold fingers.
Jiang Xun's eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at Chen Luan calmly: "It's stained with snowflakes, brother."
"It's okay, it will melt away soon."
Chen Luan pushed Jiang Xun's fingers away, patted his collar casually, and turned around with the form in his hand: "Let's go to class."
The latter looked at Chen Luan's back, pinched his fingertips together, and slowly lowered his eyes.
The smell of tequila quietly spread out again.
——Are you going to refuse even this kind of action?
The cabin structure and operating rules have been memorized countless times in theoretical classes, so the students' performance on the first flight was quite remarkable, including system wake-up, safety self-check, neural link calibration and perception synchronization, followed by posture perception and basic control training.
A class is long and boring as it repeats the basic process over and over again.
But Chen Luan was very patient.
He carefully observed the operational details of each student at the main console, and any questions raised by anyone would receive careful and detailed answers and suggestions.
Chen Luan felt that as their instructor, he had the responsibility and obligation to send them out of the school safely, and then look forward to their safe return over the long years.
Just like back then.
Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling watched Chen Luan carefully checking each cabin one by one, and his figure gradually overlapped with the figure of Chen Luan, who was still an assistant teacher a few years ago, checking their seat belts one by one during the trial class.
Until Chen Luan came to them.
Same angle, same inspection action.
Even the smell of the body is no different.
It turns out that Chen Luan has never changed over the years.
Chen Luan paused in front of Jiang Ling for a moment, looking down at his neatly fastened seatbelt. A misty look appeared in his eyes, as if lost in some memory. After a few seconds, he came to his senses and smiled with his eyes curved.
"Not bad, much prettier than the messy way it was tied a few years ago."
"Is it possible?"
Jiang Ling lowered his eyes and looked into the eyes of Chen Luan, who used to sit in the same position but could only look up at him: "People grow up, Chen Luan."
So not only that, my feelings towards you will also change, my desire for you will also change, my possession...
It will also change.
Like a vine that just emerged from the ground, no one paid attention to it at first, but in the end, like the plants growing wildly in the rainforest, it grew silently and became an overwhelming and uncontrollable desire.
When I wanted to stop it, I realized it was too late and everything was too late.
"I'll still be your brother when I grow up."
Chen Luan raised his hand and knocked on Jiang Ling's helmet, then turned and left.
The latter stared at Chen Luan's shadow in silence for a long while, and finally sneered, half in a sneer, half in self-mockery, "How long will he cling to this identity?"
Can the boundaries that have been broken really be pieced back together and act as if nothing had happened?
Jiang Xun said nothing, but kept his eyes downcast in silence.
It seems that they cannot be called friends, that is not quite appropriate, but they are not relatives who are truly related by blood and are destined to be inseparable in this life, nor are they lovers.
They are nothing.
But I think everything.
The snow fell for two or three days straight, and half of the city was covered in a slightly bloated white, showing a lead-gray coldness and silence.
It was Class A2's turn for practical class again, and Chen Luan arrived at the computer room early as usual.
I didn’t see Jiang Xun.
Jiang Ling handed the sign-in sheet to Chen Luan: "Class A2, there should be 30 people, and there are 29 people."
"Where's your brother?" Chen Luan pinched the sign-in sheet and frowned slightly.
Except for the susceptible period before, Jiang Xun has never missed a single day of work.
"I'm sick, so I asked for leave to rest in the dormitory."
"?"
But seeing that class was about to start, Chen Luan had to suppress his anxious heart and let Jiang Ling go back to the cabin to prepare for training.
After all the students had dispersed to attend the next theory class on contaminated area biology, Chen Luan walked to the corridor outside the computer room, looked at the heavy snow outside the window, and called Jiang Xun.
once,
twice,
three times.
No one answered.
Chen Luan frowned.
As the door of the computer room building opened and closed, a damp and cold breeze swept in with the wind and snow, and Chen Luan's figure was slowly submerged in a sea of flying white fluff.
By the time he reached the dormitory building, stepping on layers of ice chips mixed with mud and fresh snow, his body was almost frozen through.
The white air exhaled from the mouth dissipated when entering the warm hall. Chen Luan rubbed his slightly red fingertips, pressed the elevator button, and arrived at dormitory 1101.
The door of the room was half-open, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were not on.
It was pitch black.
Chen Luan stood at the door, shook off the snow on his body, and gently pushed the door open.
The quilt on the bunk on the left had a soft bulge, and the sound of faint breathing could be heard in the space.
The whistling snow outside was blocked out by the tightly closed windows, and a ray of cold gray light filtered through the gap between the two curtains.
Chen Luan closed the door, and the darkness and deep warmth in the room enveloped him.
It was like entering a warm, airtight cocoon.
Chen Luan walked lightly to the bedside and leaned over to look in the dim light coming through the gap in the curtains.
Jiang Xun lay on his side, curled up facing the wall, with most of his face buried in the soft pillow and quilt, revealing only his slightly furrowed brows, and the corners of his eyes burning with physiological moisture and redness.
The breathing was not steady, and occasionally there were one or two suppressed coughs rolling out from the depths of the throat.
The condition doesn't look good.
"...Jiang Xun?"
Chen Luan lowered his voice and raised his hand to touch Jiang Xun's forehead with the back of his hand, but then he remembered that his hand was still cold, so he retracted it.
It seemed that the sound of clothes rubbing against each other woke him up. The person on the bed's eyelashes trembled and slowly opened their eyes.
The amber eyes seemed a little out of focus in the darkness, with some moisture and confusion, and it took a while to focus on Chen Luan's face.
The dry, cracked, pale lips opened and closed slightly: "...Brother."
His voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, completely losing its usual cool and clear feeling.
"...Why are you here?"
Jiang Xun rubbed his eyes and slowly supported himself with his arms to get up, but his arms shook obviously from weakness.
Chen Luan subconsciously reached out to support him, put his arm around Jiang Xun's shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed, letting Jiang Xun lean on his shoulder.
Unable to suppress coughs, one after another, came out of Jiang Xun's throat with a weak sound.
He had no choice but to clench his fists and press them to his lips, then bend down, his shoulders shaking slightly as he forced himself to cough.
A hand came down on his back and patted him gently to help him breathe.
After Jiang Xun finished coughing, he leaned into Chen Luan's arms, half closing his eyes, and rubbed his hot forehead against Chen Luan's chin, which was still slightly cool.
There is a forehead thermometer on the table.
Chen Luan reached out and took it in his hand.
drop--
39 degrees.
A sullen voice descended from above: "If I don't come, are you planning to burn yourself into caramel cookies and sell them off?"
"Have you taken your medicine?" Chen Luan frowned and put down the forehead thermometer, then touched Jiang Xun's forehead with the back of his hand which was slowly warming up.
So hot.
The hand that rested on Jiang Xun's forehead was held, and a soft and warm touch penetrated into the palm of his hand.
Jiang Xun pressed his flushed cheek against Chen Luan's cool palm, breathing softly, "...Not yet. Jiang Ling left some medicine on the table when she left this morning, but she fell asleep before she could soak it."
Chen Luan choked in silence.
What do you mean by fell asleep? This kid must have fainted from a fever.
"Wait."
Chen Luan held Jiang Xun's shoulders and leaned against the back of the bed. He stood up and walked to the table to pick up the antipyretic powder and opened the medicine package: "Which one is your cup?"
"The black one."
"good."
The faint sound of running water echoed in the dim room. Chen Luan shook the cup and said, "Why didn't you tell me you were sick? If you hadn't missed class this morning, would you have let me know when you were ready?"
In the dark and warm environment, Chen Luan's profile was coated with a small halo in the ray of light that came in.
Jiang Xun looked at Chen Luan's worried eyes and coughed twice: "I..."
"It's just a cold and fever, nothing serious. I'm afraid I'll waste your time."
very good.
Independent.
I don't rely on my brother at all anymore.
Chen Luan suppressed the inexplicable feeling of emptiness and sadness in his heart and handed the cup over. "It's just a cold and fever. Are you so exhausted that you can't even get up? Take the medicine."
The smell of fever-reducing granules is not very pleasant.
Jiang Xun held the cup and looked somewhat resistant. Chen Luan was about to speak when he saw Jiang Xun lower his eyes, hold the cup rim in his mouth and drink it down in one gulp.
The strong bitter taste instantly spread throughout the mouth and even into the nasal cavity.
He suddenly choked and coughed, his face turning pale due to the violent coughing. Physiologically, tears welled up in his eyes, but he turned his head away to avoid Chen Luan's gaze, leaning his hot forehead against the cold wall. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes until he recovered.
No more words.
Jiang Xun just leaned against the head of the bed with his eyes closed and his lips pursed to fight off the hot flashes and dizziness caused by the high fever.
Chen Luan sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers unconsciously curled up.
In the past,
Jiang Xun would come over to him and ask for a hug.
And now there is only quiet silence.
His throat rolled, and he looked at Jiang Xun's weak face: "...are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
After saying that, I felt like I had asked a nonsense question.
"Um."
The latter hummed a vague syllable from his nose with a strong nasal tone. He sounded very tired, but also a little aggrieved for no reason.
The air fell silent again.
Until Jiang Xun's voice sounded again:
"Brother, can I... lend you my hand?"
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